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@lercvolutionnaire replied to your post: “–..hey now. Akechi is extremely fuckable. I...

“Ugh.”

“Yeah, I know how you feel. Trust me. I didn’t want anything to do with him either and thought I disliked him a great deal--no, I did dislike him. I avoided him, treated him pretty bad, always sounded grumpy around him; anything to get him out of my hair.

..I guess things changed after so long. Catching him on TV I didn’t know whether I wanted to fuck him or fuck him up. I guess we know which one I picked after contemplating it.”

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Caroline snarled at his comment as she tapped the back of her cane over her right shoulder. “Don’t get cocky, Inmate! You have a lot of work to do and we won’t be responsible for your lack of progress with your rehabilitation!”

Justine inclined her head for a mere second, giving him a silent greeting. Her own golden gaze shifted from her clipboard to him. “The Master has asked us to review your confidants and their level of power. Based on your current status..your confidants are lacking. I would suggest adjusting your priorities and change that whenever possible..”

Caroline rolled her eye. “Why am I not surprised? You probably sleep all day, being lazy as usual, Inmate. I knew the bar was set low for you but this is beyond low for you.”

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Height Comparisons? Height Comparison

//Theme is Personers and Aidorus that Momo has met or might meet.//

@lercvolutionnaire, @maracanight, @niji-iro-melody, @literalneet, @bloomingempress, @coffcedad, not in that order. But this was fun. ouo

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Taste of Darkness

@lercvolutionnaire ( Music inspiration )

     Mementos was an ugly place, being a hub for everyone’s shadows to wander and linger in with the darkest thoughts. Revealing a face that no one would ever see unless they decide to reveal said darkness. Even the unremarkable, boring, and seemingly dull phanboy held a shadow hiding away in his own pocket of a palace. The walls pulsing as they bend slowly to his distortion of how he views his fan base, the people online slowly changing from humans to peasants... It was only the beginning of distortion as the walls remain their pulsing and grotesque color a shadow hums in amusement.

     In real life, Mishima was harshly silencing any voice of disagreement with cruel remarks with a kind demeanor. While in the shadow world his darker half fed on that distorted image slowly gaining its own corrupted identity. Though he knew it was only a matter of time before he steps over a line and the thief’s come down on him. He was many things but stupid wasn’t one of them especially after a careless slip of words. Purge, that was definitely a nasty word after all he wasn’t physically harming anyone. Sure he threatened them but it was always in a subtle way that could simply be a warning.

     Then the shadow heard footsteps entering his domain, disturbing the peace he had of finally being the one in control. He sighs.

     “So you’re here to steal my heart? That’s just cruel, after all, I’ve done for you slaving away when suddenly I have a chance to feel powerful you wish to change me.” The Shadow looked at the other with an almost disappointed expression on his face. Then it changed to something almost like a crazed smile as he looked at the source of his admiration. His eyes gleaming with delight, “But-! To think that the great Phantom Thief would come to me personally and alone, I’m flattered truly I am!”

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“Hey, uh, Sojiro. Do you want to tell me why you have these blurry pictures up here? Like twenty of them just fell out from behind the desk.”

“Never you mind!”

He immediately scrambles to pick them up and take them AWAY from prying eyes.

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Soap

@lercvolutionnaire From here

     It wasn’t fair to Akira, the insecurities and anger at a lack of recognition the rumors spreading had reached his ear. Only for many to brush it off because of the fact it’s Mishima the most unassuming and boring person in school. He wanted to scream that he wasn’t boring that he can be with a delinquent only the fear of bullying kept his mouth shut. However, it built up and a slight comment from Akira about the phantom thieves made him snap. Acting like the other didn’t appreciate him, the shadow of his desires resurfacing as a sharp voice.

     “Everything you guys have done is because of me!” 

     No one was around to watch them spat, their relationship was a secret always away from the public eye. Though as soon as those words left his lips suddenly a sense of dread escaped him as the male’s eyes changed. It was a look Mishima was incredibly familiar with as if like a switch the calm Akira’s face twisted into a sneer. The thieves voice had become an aggressive threat made and Mishima curls into himself as suddenly he could see the face of his bullies in Akira. The anger when he tries to stand up to them only to show that he was just a pathetic person who was all bark with no bite.

     Without thinking he moves his hand to shove the other away from him on reaction needing space and distance. No, no this was all wrong this isn’t how a relationship is supposed to be. He was fucking up he was pissing Akira off- God why did he speak was he that much of an insecure mess? Did all those years of bullying left him so deprived that he lashes out like that and needs to be snapped at to behave?

     “I-I just-” His voice cracked and he wondered why he was such a coward, he was the one that started this. He should own up to his own selfish words but he couldn’t speak he had become tongue-tied in his fear. He didn’t understand he really didn’t but still- “Akira, I’m sorry I just-” Just what? Wanted to brag in fame? Wanted the other to put him on some unrealistic pedestal even though he can’t even believe in the others affection? He was scared, was the other going to leave him?

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It was often he got to hang out with Akira, especially since the both were busy (Akira more so, yet they were pretty equal in their own ways). So when those lucky stars shined down and there was an opportunity for them to hang out, Yuuki took it with a firm grip.

The details were yet to be discussed, but the rendezvous point was confirmed to be outside of the beef bowl in Shibuya. ‘I’m always the one suggesting places to him, but maybe I should let him take the lead. It’d be interesting to see any places he had in mind.’  It would also (hopefully) help him understand the student better, he was usually pretty quiet.

“Kurusu, over here! --Sorry for not giving much info, but I wanted to see if there are any places you had in mind. It’d be interesting to see the places you like.”

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Never did a simple walk home feel so incredibly long. 

Mishima wasn’t unhappy, don’t get him wrong he was incredibly happy he got to hang out with Akira, but he couldn’t get his mind off of the dumb feeling that kept eating away at him. The little conversations that he and Akira had helped ward off the feelings, but in those moments of silence where Mishima’s mind began to wander he found himself getting flustered and embarrassed. 

He was going to spend the night with Akira watching bad horror movies. Such a thing was normal for friends to do--and they were friends--but now and again he’d think of how this whole thing could also be taken as a date in some sense. It wasn’t a date. It couldn’t be a date. nope this was just a friend thing. And each time that thought arose the boy’s heart would skip a beat or his face would heat up. 

‘Stupid! Get a hold of yourself! You’re going to look like a creep!’ 

Mishima mentally chided himself in hopes that he’d be able to reel himself in.  Thankfully he no longer had to deal with the struggle of his thoughts. They were at his house. 

“You can come in, just don’t come up to my room. It’s kinda a mess.” 

He grinned sheepishly as he opened the front door, walking inside and slipping off his shoes before he darted up the stairs to his bedroom. 

Msihima’s house wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. A simple two story house with simple wooden floors and a quaint feel. Stairs not too far from the entrance lead upstairs, a hallway beside it lead to the rest of the house and a few pictures, family photos and small pieces of artwork, hung from the walls in the hallway.  He was thankful his mom wasn’t home, if she was she’d probably make a fuss over Mishima bringing a friend over...and it wouldn’t be a mad sort of fuss...